She scorns me for looking for confirmation of a love that is always there but I need it like a petulant child She caresses the essence of me with her gentle stare Berner's House. Pink sickly plush cush When they saw me as your inevitable sister And I grumbled because they wouldn't let me play the piano Which sat on the equally sick pink carpet You paid. I cried I shouted like I didn't know what to do Like it was all your doing Poor you. I never wanted you to want me to stay You didn't. I wanted you to want the cigarettes I bought. You ate an early breakfast on your own. In peace.